It is morning at Hogwarts, Harry and Ron are running in the corridors, because they are late for Transfiguration class. In the class, a tabby cat is sitting on a desk. Harry and Ron rush in; (Y/N) sits next to Hermione as she rolls her eyes in annoyance because they're late for class, and (Y/N) just giggles. "Whew, we made it. Can you imagine the look on McGonagall's face if we were late?" Ron asked. The cat jumps off the desk and transforms into Professor McGonagall. The two boys are amazed. "That was bloody brilliant." He said. "Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. Perhaps if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocketwatch, that way one of you might be on time." McGonagall said. "We got lost." Harry said. "Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats." She said. Later on, inside Snape's potions classroom, the students are chattering, sitting near steaming cauldrons. The door slams open and Snape comes rushing in.

"There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion making. However, for those select few..." he looks at Draco, who smiles. "Who possess the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper..." Draco looks on "in death." Draco raises his eyebrows. Snape sees Harry, writing what Snape said in his lecture down, in, his view, not paying attention. "Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confidant enough to not...pay...attention." Hermione nudges Harry, finally making him look up to the Professor. Snape then walks to where he can speak to Harry more properly. "Mr. Potter. Our...new...celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Hermione raises her hand. Harry shrugs. "You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar" Hermione's hand raises again.

"I don't know, sir." Harry said. "And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfbane?" Snape asked. "I don't know, sir." Harry said. "Pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything... it, Mr. Potter?" Snape asked. "Clearly, Hermione knows. Seems a pity not to ask her." Harry said. Hermione looks a bit surprised as everyone laughs. "Silence." Snape turns to Harry, looking a bit insulted; Harry seemingly gulps. Snape then walks over to his desk. To Hermione, who has still got her hand up. "And put your hand down, you silly girl." He sits in front of Harry, and leans towards him. "For your information, Potter... asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful, it is known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite. Well? Why aren't you all copying this down?" The students obey Snape and start to write down what Snape said. Snape returns to his desk, and dips his quill into some ink. "And Gryffindors, note that five points, will be taken from your house... for your classmate's cheek." Snape then starts writing; Hermione looks at Harry and then starts writing. Harry looks at Snape, who turns slightly and then continues writing.

In the great hall, around midday. The students are all doing their homework. Seamus is trying a spell on a cup. "Eye of rabbit, harp string hum. Turn this water, into rum." Seamus looks in the cup and shakes his head. "Eye of rabbit, harp string hum..." "What's Seamus trying to do to that glass of water?" Harry asked. "Turn it into rum. Actually managed a weak tea yesterday, before-" (Y/N) began. She was cut off when a big flash occurs. The cup has exploded and Seamus is left charred. Several students laugh at this as Hermione fans away the smoke with her hand. Suddenly, a flock of owls start coming into the hall from the rafters above. "Ah. Mail's here!" Ron said. The owls soar by, dropping parcels to students. Harry gets nothing. (Y/N) gets a newspaper and some sweets. He sees the newspaper (Y/N) has put down. "Can I borrow this?" (Y/N) nods. "Thanks." Neville is unwrapping a gift. It is a clear glass ball with a gold banner around it.

"Hey, look! Neville's got a Remembrall!" Dean said. "I know what those are. When the smoke turns red, it means you've forgotten something." (Y/N) said. The smoke turns red. "The only problem is, I can't remember what I've forgotten." Neville said. "Hey, (Y/N), somebody broke into Gringotts, listen. Believed to be the work of dark witches or wizards unknown, Gringotts goblins, while acknowledging the breach, insist that nothing was taken. The vault in question, number 713, had in fact been emptied earlier that same day. That's odd. That's the vault Hagrid and I went to." Harry said. That afternoon, outside the castle, the students, Gryffindor and Slytherin, are lined up in two rows with brooms by their sides. The teacher, Madam Hooch, comes down the line. She has short hair and hawk yellow eyes. "Good afternoon, class." She said. "Good afternoon, Madam Hooch." Everyone says. "Good afternoon, Amanda, good afternoon. Welcome to your first flying lesson. Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone step up to the left side of their broomstick. Come on now, hurry up. Stick your right hand over the broom and say, up!" Hooch said.

After (Y/N) says "Up"!, the broom immediately flies into her hand. "Wow." Harry said. Hermione stares at (Y/N) as the class continues. "Up!" Draco said. His broomstick flies up and Draco smugly grins. "With feeling!" Hooch said. "Up. Up. Up. Up." Hermione said as her broomstick slowly rises. "Up!!" Ron said. His broom immediately shot up and whacked him on the nose. Harry and (Y/N) laugh. "Shut up, you two." Ron said. But he smiles and laughs a little, proud he was able to make (Y/N) laugh. "Now, once you've got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it. And grip it tight, you don't want to be sliding off the end." The class mounts on their broomsticks. "When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off from the ground, hard. Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment, and then lean forward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle...3...2..." She blows the whistle. However, Neville's broomstick somehow lifts him off the ground. Neville immediately lifts off. "Oh." "Mr. Longbottom." Hooch said. "Neville, what are you doing?" A girl asked. "Neville...Neville..." others began to say. "We're not supposed to take off, yet." A boy said.

Neville begins soaring away uncontrollably. "M-M-Mr. Longbottom! Mr. Longbottom!" Hooch said. "AHH!" Neville screams. "Mr. Longbottom!" Hooch said. "Down! Down! Ahhhh!" Neville said. "Neville!" (Y/N) cried. "Help!!!" He immediately skyrockets towards the sky. "Come back down this instant!" Hooch demanded. "Ah!" He flies uncontrollably in the air and hits a wall, conking along it and then swooping off. All the while, he is screaming. He begins to zoom back towards the group of students. Hooch quickly holds out her wand to stop him. "Help!" Neville said. "Mr. Longbottom-!" However, the students quickly stand back as Hooch dives out of the way, allowing Neville to fly right through. Neville goes through the scatter and up a tower. "Ahhhh! Whoa! Ahhh!" He zooms past a statue of a man with a sharp spear. Neville's cloak catches on it. He is flipped off the broom and hangs there. "Oh. Ah...help!" He wavers, then the cloak rips through the spear, and he falls. But his cloak catches on a torch, making Neville slip off from his cloak a second later and fall to the ground. "Ahh!"

"Everyone out of the way!" She runs through the group, and they scatter. "Come on, get up." Hooch said. Hooch is helping Neville up; he has broken his wrist after he fell. "Owowowow." Neville said. "Oh, oh, oh, oh dear. It's a broken wrist. Tch, tch, tch. Good boy, come on now, up you get." Hooch said. Draco reaches down and grabs Neville's Remembrall, which has fallen from him. Hooch begins to lead Neville away with her. "Everyone's to keep their feet firmly on the ground while I take Mr. Longbottom to the hospital wing. Understand? If I see a single broom in the air, the one riding it will find themselves out of Hogwarts before they can say, Quidditch." She leaves to the hospital wing. Draco snickers. "Did you see his face? Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat arse." He and his goons laugh. (Y/N) steps forward. "Please give it back, Draco." Draco looks at her surprised, he considered on whether or not he'd listen to her, and was about to until Harry speaks up. "You heard her, give it back."

"No. I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find." He hops on his broom and soars around the group, then through. "How 'bout up on the roof?" He soars off and hovers several feet above the grounds. "What's the matter, Potter? Bit beyond your reach?" Finally having enough, Harry gets on his broom, Hermione stops him. "Harry, no way! You heard what Madam Hooch said! Besides, you don't even know how to fly." Harry flies off to face Draco, ignoring her. "What an idiot." Harry is now in the air, across from Draco. "Give it here, Malfoy, or I'll knock you off your broom!" (Y/N) sighs and gets on her broom. "(Y/N), are you serious?" Hermione asked. (Y/N) took off and lands between them. "Boys, stop it." She warns. Harry makes a dash for him, but Draco twirls around his broom in a 360. "Have it your way, then!" Draco hurls the Remembrall into the air, like a baseball. Harry zooms after the ball, speeding towards a tower, with (Y/N) going after him. Just as he is about to hit a window, from which McGonagall is working, he catches it. (Y/N) flies near him. McGonagall notices this and looks surprised as Harry and (Y/N) begin to fly back down to the grounds. The students all cheer as Harry and (Y/N) land back on the ground at ease. They run to see them.

"Good job, Harry!" "Wow! You're a great flyer, (Y/N)!" McGonagall appears in the grounds. "Harry! (Y/N)!" Harry and (Y/N) notice her. "Follow me." Harry and (Y/N) sullenly follow her. Draco and his goons snicker in delight. McGonagall, (Y/N) and Harry arrive outside of Professor Quirrell's classroom. He is inside, teaching, holding an iguana. "An iguana s-such as this is..." he began. "You two wait here." "an essential in-gredient." Quirrell continued. "Professor Quirrell, excuse me, excuse me. Could I borrow Wood for a moment, please?" McGonagall asked. "Oh. Y-yes, of course." A boy called Oliver Wood, gets up to leave and Quirrell continues. "And the vampire b-bat..." as Wood exits the classroom, an eerie roar is heard. "Potter, (L/N), this is Oliver Wood. Wood, I have found you a Seeker and a chaser!" (Y/N), Harry and Ron are walking through crowded halls. Sir Nicholas and a lady ghost float by. "Have you heard? Harry Potter's the new Gryffindor Seeker. I always knew he'd do well. And (Y/N) is a new chaser." Nick said. "Seeker and chaser? But first years never make their house teams! You must be the youngest Quidditch players in..." Ron began. "A century, according to McGonagall." Harry said. Fred and George approach and walk along with (Y/N), Ron and Harry. "Hey, well done, Harry and (Y/N), Wood's just told us!" Fred said. "Fred and George are on the team, too. Beaters." Ron said. "Our job is to make sure that you don't get bloodied up too bad. Can't make any promises, of course. Rough game, Quidditch." George said. "Brutal. But no one's died in years. Someone will vanish occasionally..." Fred said. They break off from (Y/N), Harry and Ron, who walk across a courtyard. "But they'll turn up in a month or two!" George said. "Oh, go on, you two, Quidditch is great. Best game there is! And you'll be great, too!" Hermione, knowing what Ron is talking about, jumps up from her work and comes to join them. "But I've never even played Quidditch. What if I make a fool of myself?" Harry asked. "You won't make a fool of yourself. It's in your blood." Hermione said. Later, the four approach a trophy case. Hermione points at a plaque of Quidditch players. One lists Harry's father as a Seeker. "Whoa. Harry, you never told me your father was a Seeker, too." (Y/Nj said. "I-I didn't know." He said.

Time Skip

The four are walking up a staircase in the Grand Staircase tower. A railing pulls in, Hermione looks, but continues walking. "I'm telling you, it's spooky. She knows more about you than you do." Ron said. "Who doesn't?" Harry asked. The staircase shudders and begins to move. The four grab the railings. Ron screams. "What's happening?" Harry asked. "The staircases change, remember?" (Y/N) asked. The staircase stops, leading to a corridor. "Let's go this way." Harry said. "Before the staircase moves again." Ron said. They all open a door and walk into a spooky, dark and deserted corridor. "Does anyone feel like...we shouldn't be here?" Harry asked. "We're not supposed to be here. This is the 3rd floor. It's forbidden." Hermione said. Suddenly, a flame lights on a tall stone support. At that moment, Filch's cat, Mrs. Norris, comes running in and meows. The group jumps. "Let's go." (Y/N) said. Mrs. Norris meows. "It's Filch's cat!" Ron said. "Run!" (Y/N) said.

The quartet run through the corridor, flames are lit up on the stone supports, one by one, as they run past. They get to the end of the corridor, to a door. "Quick! Let's hide though that door!" Harry grabs the handle, but it's locked. "It's locked!" Harry said. "That's it, we're done for!" Ron said. "Here, let me try." (Y/N) said. (Y/N) pulls out her wand, aiming it at the lock. "Alohomora." The door's lock lifts up magically and it opens. "Get in." They bustle in. "Alohomora?" Ron asked. "Standard book of spells, Chapter 7." (Y/N) said. Filch arrives at the start of the corridor with a light. Mrs. Norris looks at him. "Anyone here, my sweet?" Mrs. Norris meows. "Come on." They they leave the corridor. "Filch is gone." Hermione said. "Probably thinks this door's locked." Ron said. "It was locked." Hermione said. "And for good reason." Harry said. (Y/N), Ron and Hermione turn to stand with Harry. There is a massively huge three headed dog sleeping in front of them. The dog begins to wake. It growls, yawns, and growls more...noticing the intruders. "AHHHHHHH!" The four bolt, running out of the door. They turn quickly to shut the door and battle against the dog. They get the door shut and run. They return to the Gryffindor Common Room. "What do they think they're doing? Keeping a thing like that locked up in a school." Ron said. "You don't use your eyes, do you? Didn't you see what it was standing on?" Hermione asked. "I wasn't looking at its feet! I was a bit preoccupied with its heads. Or maybe you didn't notice, there were three!" Ron said. They begin to climb the stairs to the dorms. "It was standing on a trap door. Which means it wasn't there by accident. It's guarding something." Hermione said. "Guarding something?" Harry asked. "That's right. Now, if you two don't mind, I'm going to bed before either of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed... or worse, expelled! Come on, (Y/N)." Hermione grabs her hand gently and walks to the door. (Y/N) gives the boys an apologetic smile before following her. Once they both enter, she shuts the door. "She needs to sort out her priorities!" Ron said. Harry nods in agreement.